Trapped in a cage, though the bars unseen, A world of motion, a life serene. They see the stillness, a peaceful guise, But the storm within my own two eyes.
A symphony of aches, a constant drone, A fire that burns where flesh and bone Should move with ease, yet stay inert, A whispered plea unheard, unhurt.
They offer platitudes, a fleeting balm, “You seem so strong,” a whispered calm. But strength is fighting, day by day, To carve a smile when all is gray.
So walk a mile, but not in shoes, Walk in my mind, where feeling brews. Then you might glimpse the unseen plight, The silent battle fought each night.
